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HALEY, TEXAS 1959 by Donley Watt

HALEY, TEXAS 1959

Two Novellas

by Donley Watt

Pub Date: Nov. 15th, 1999
ISBN: 0-938317-48-2
Publisher: Cinco Puntos Press

Two deeply disappointing, pallid novellas, identified as fictionalized autobiography, by the author of the story collection Can You Get There from Here? (1994). Both are set in small-town east Texas in the 1950s. “Seven Days Working” describes its adolescent narrator’s reaction to the task set for him by his phlegmatic father: to clear 70 acres of pastureland choked by soil-killing, useless mesquite trees—on his own, in a week’s time. Donnie, 14, stoically accepts this burden, hoping to prove his worth. But his labors provide only a framework on which Watt hangs a loose assortment of the boy’s memories: of his father’s undistinguished career in the oil business, of growing up “in a house of distrust, of judgment, a house imbued with the fear of failure”; of strained relations with his distant father and his fundamentalist mother, casual racism, glimmerings of sexuality, grieving the death of a beloved dog—it’s all generic and predictable, and it slows this already meditative story to a crawl. The title novella, developed from a briefly mentioned incident in its companion story, recounts the consequences of a vicious “game” of “nigger knockin‘” played by a carful of white youths—who accidentally kill the black pedestrian they intend only to harass. Watt examines this act from the viewpoints of 12-old Damon, the contemplative “preacher’s boy” who unwillingly participates in it, and of Damon’s father, a forgotten-man minister who (quite unbelievably) reasons that the excitement created by the murder will restore his reputation, once the news media have “spotlighted [him] as the voice of reason, a moderate leader in a red-neck, racist town.” Then Wallace learns the full truth from Damon, and Watt rushes their story to its inconclusive—and unearned—conclusion. A bad miscalculation by a writer who’s surely better than this. Watt is a capable stylist, but he needs a subject.